We used to stand on promises
That are no good anymore
We've stood on the immortality
Of youth
Till it's gone too

Doubts assail my head
Cynicism seems to be the rule
Life can be so bitter hard
And people so **** cruel

I used to trust my brother
You see I ....
Thought he was my friend

But things have this way
Of working out..when cynicism
Rules the end

We used to stand on promises
But thats all in the past
We've stood inside our
Empty dreams ....DREAMS
Made of glass

Don't promise what you cannot be
Because... I don't really care
You see
I've played those kind
Of games before
And they never got me nowhere

Well I used to have a lover
Who was
Really more a friend
Those days are all
Behind us now

Because cynicism ruled again....
      ....the bitter bitter End

We used to believe
In promises
Of hope and love and peace
But now that need
Has been
Replaced with greed
I need to be released
From these games
That we're playing

I don't want to play no more
Don't know the rules and I'm ..
..tired of keeping score

So....Promise me
That you will be
A friend till the end.....
..So ..I can believe
In those promises.......again!
Again.